(THC - The One They Called Shiroken (2025 Original) Tribute (BASS BR3AK3R Remix)

Yall ever hear about the one they call. Shiroken? well this is his story They laid the cloth like a body White. Folded. Still. He watched it tremble Like it had breath to spill He opened it gentle With hands like a prayer And the blade caught a flicker Of light hangin’ in the air They say this one came cracked Lines runnin’ down the spine Not a person, not quite More like glass crossed with twine He tapped along the ribcage Heard music, hollow and thin Then the voice told him softly: “That knife is a pen” He don’t bleed 'em for the blood He peels ‘em for the truth Layer by layer, real slow Like lacquer on murders boot? Ain’t nothin’ left but silence No scream, no skin, no sin Just the foldin’ of the flesh And the secrets hid within Some come like puzzles Wrong joints, loose gears He'd rewire their breath 'Til it stopped makin’ fear They’d shiver when it missed He’d fix it with a nod Said the voice kept him honest And precision was God “Why do they beg, Shiroken?” He don’t know, not rightly Sometimes the cloth moans Sometimes the vases break nightly The voice says they don’t suffer They just resist the thread He pulls 'til it quiets Or ‘til the knot plays dead He carves 'til it spells him He writes what the voice tells Says it’s just ink and paper But the blood it still smells They say if you hear it callin’ Don’t answer with your breath ‘Cause names hold weight And Shiroken don’t forget